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Gosh, her grip on my knee, it's so firm and strong, and I can feel the warmth from her hand seeping into my body, radiating from her much larger form.

I don't really even have time to deal with her sarcasm and condescension, but I'm not going anywhere, not with Kat standing right there, leaning in so close...

"You've definitely done a lot," I say, feeling myself becoming more and more uncomfortable, the way I'm leaning back and all. "And I'm thankful for that, really I am, but..." I hesitate, unsure of where to go next. "It's just...we have a lot to do, and I know I'm not as b-big as you, and...I don't need...rubbing it in my...f-face..." I finish weakly.
 
"Oh, you don't want me rubbing it in your face?" I tease, raising up a little so my lefft breast approaches his chin from below, "You sure?"

I <giggle> watching his eyes shoot nervsly down to my big boobs, then back up again

"It's too big, isn't it? Too big for you to handle?" I press, watching as he swallows uncomfortably, "Too big a job for you now, doing all this, packing, moving all these heavy boxes. You're too small for it now."

In the semi-darkness among the boxes, in the tight, intimate cab of the truck, I'm filling more and more of the space, he's retreating into a smaller and smaller place.

"And I'm too big, aren't I Charlie? Too strong? Too capable?" I say, "It makes you uncomfortable, doesn't it? Like I'm the adult in this relationship..."

I smile.

"...like I'm the man?"
 
I gulp, scootching back a little further on the box, so my butt is almost resting on the back edge of my little platform. My legs still bend slightly at the knees, though my upper legs are barely long enough to allow this, my lower legs pointing down at a forty-five degree angle.

Heat...warmth...Kat...her smell...her looks...everything about her just making me shrink into myself. She's right...she's right, I am too small, and she has been doing almost everything for me, like I'm a child, like I'm not even a man. But can I tell her that? What would a person like Kat do with that information?!?

A small, weak laugh tumbles out from my nervous face, my eyes flitting down to Kat's chest, roving over her most obviously womanly features. "Kat...uh...if you're the "man," you've got some big problems...er...visually speaking of course..." The joke is just lame, and even I know what Kat was getting at, but I just can't talk about it with her, not now, maybe not ever...
 
"Haha, well, thank you for noticing, sweetie," I chuckle, tosssing my hair over my shoulder, "I am built like a girl, huh? No hiding that..."

He's retreating back further but I just keep leanin in, still spinning little circles on his chest with my finger. My chest rests lightly on his and i feel him tremblingg

"But, don't you find it a little emasculating to be this much smaller than me?" I ask, pouting, looking into his eyes, “I'm 6’6” now...does that upset you? Knowing that I've grown more than a foot? Nine inches in three weeks? While you - poor little you, I feel so bad - you've just gotten smaller & smaller & smaller? You're lucky if you're five feet tall…”
 
I shift uncomfortably, sliding back a fraction of an inch, but still she's there, right in my face, her boobs overwhelming me, seeming to fill the entire space I'm occupying, looming over me, my manhood, like some emblem of a woman's power, ready to drop me, to take me down another peg.

Is she right? Six-foot-six? And I...am I really that short, barely five feet tall? She's a foot and a half taller than me...how is this even possible? What's wrong with me? Growth spurts are normal, but shrinking? Maybe I should see that doctor again...or get a second opinion...

I swallow, an audible <gulp> that echoes in the tight space of the moving truck. "Now...uh, K-Kat, I-" but before I can really get started, Kat presses in, crushing her lips against mine, smothering my response in a full, passionate kiss. I moan in protest, then hum with pleasure, feeling her take control, leaning into it, her lips pushing and sliding over mine, her heavy chest resting on my stomach and lap, rubbing just so against my groin.

Neither of us notice my butt sliding back, slipping on the smooth surface of the box. My sweatpants provide almost no grip or friction to stop, and as Kat leans even more into the kiss, I realize too late that my ass is dropping, falling back down into the tight space between the boxes and the side of the truck. A loud, wet <pop> as our lips separate, and then a dull <thud> and "Ooooof!" from me. "Shit...fuck...owwwwww! Kat, help, help me!" I cry, sounding pitiful and terrified and so damn weak.

Looking up, I see Kat's face looking down at me, like some angel of mercy. Is mercy really the right word though?
 
"HAHA omigodddd!" I squeal, as he falls backwards away from my kiss back into the hole among the the boxes and ahh oh no haha! I had reached out with my hands to grab him but was too late now he's like all folded up legs going this way sticking up back mashed against the wall oh ha he looks so awkward down there. I have to get him out i guess haha so I start pulling the top box off.

"Wowwwww hun that kiss really knocked you off your bu-"

"HEY everything all right in there?" I hear, from behind me, causing me to spin with the big box of books in my hands. Who's this? A guy. Standing outside the truck, a few steps below us, looking in. Some uniform on.

I hear Charlie scrambling, getting himself out from the boxes behind me.

"I thought I heard a lady screaming..." he says.
 
A lady screaming? Did I really sound that...shrill?!? My cheeks are burning, my tailbone is throbbing, and I can't even look at...Ahhh shit...it's Tony, the security guy. How much did he see?

I get my feet under me, easier now that Kat has moved that second box. Shakily, I get to my feet, a little hunched over due to the pain of the sudden fall. "Uh...h-hey Tony," I give a small wave, nearly tripping over the box. Kat is still blocking me somewhat, almost in a protective way.

Slowly, I sidestep around her. "Yeah, sorry for the noise. I was...er, we were just packing up the truck and...uh...I fell." I'm still flushed, out of breath, and wishing to Christ my boner was less visible.

Tony raises his eyebrows, taking a few steps up the ramp. "Yeah, I just heard this shriek and a thump...jus' makin' sure everythin's okay..." His eyes keep moving back and forth from me to Kat. Probably wondering why I'm so short...and why this girl is so gosh-darned HUGE... "Ah, and the other thing...this truck is blocking the street a bit. Do you think you could move it in the next few minutes? No big rush..."

Seizing the opportunity, I move past Kat, feeling her swipe at my back, but passing it off as a touch of affection. "I'll grab the keys. Thanks for...uh...letting us know, Tony." I jump off the edge of the truck, not wanting to think about what he saw or was thinking.
 
"I actually have the keys right h-" I calll to Charlie, but he's runnin off already and pretends not to hear me.

he knew I had the key in my pocket. he just wanted the chance to sneak away...

This guy is now up in the truck with me, looking over the boxes when I look at him, looking me up and down when I'm nott.

"Moving out, huh?" he asks, smiling, showing that one gold tooth in an attempt to be look - whatt? Cool?. "Shame," he continues, when I don't answer, "I liked seeing you come an' go...."

At that my eyes narrow and the temp in the truck drops twenty degrees.

"I m-mean..." he stammers, gold tooth suddenly disappearing along with his bravado, "it w-was good to see, uh,...Charlie? Is th-that his name?"

I nod. i don't like u. u remind me of another one.

"Ch-charlie...it was good to see, uh, Charlie...with a...a..."

"Woman?" I finish for him, imperceptibly moving towards him, making him take an obvious step back. I want him off this truck.

His hands goes up. He's short.

"Uhhh...y-y-yeah?" I hear him swallow, watch him step back again.

I take a breath. Then I smile.

"Hey," I coo, rainbow swelling on my chest, stepping towards him, towards the condo, towards Charleee, "we'll only be a few more minutes. Can we move the truck when we're done?"

"Uhhh..." he says, peeling his eyes away from my rainbow and looking around, now at the bottom of the ramp, "s-s-sure..."
 
I dash inside, rubbing my lower back to ease the pain from my recent tumble behind the boxes. What the heck is going on with Kat...she seems extra...dominant...today. And what's wrong with me? Why am I so reluctant to play with her? What red-blooded male wouldn't want to play with such an impossibly curvaceous girl like Kat?

I'm pacing back and forth, limping slightly, feeling the pain start to dissipate from my lower back and ass. It's at that moment that I take a look around at the condo - my condo. It's empty save for a few scattered cleaning supplies and trash bags full of stuff Kat decided I don't need any more.

Kat decided. Not me. I haven't really had a choice. Either move in with Kat or live on the street, homeless. What sort of choice is that?

I start to wander. In the kitchen, remembering all the good meals I cooked. Pasta carbonara, omelets, salmon steaks with fresh vegetables. And then Kat came into my life, and...and I could barely pull together a decent grilled cheese. What happened to me? This kitchen was where I ate like a king...and now it's empty...

I'm so lost in my thoughts I don't hear Kat enter the condo, quietly moving behind me. Her arms wrap around my body, pulling me back, pulling her closer. I feel her chest press into my back, those heavenly breasts squeezing and spreading, soft and warm.

"I'm gonna miss this place," I say to her, to no one. "Lots of good memories here..."
 
He's thinking thru memories, standing there just outside the now-empty kitchen, and I can almost see them myselff as I pad up behind him. He's having a hard time, he's a little melancholy, looking over the wide open, bare cabinets. He's leaving this all behind, I can understand how thatt makes him sad. A good girlfriend would acknowledge that. My arms drape around his shoulders and I lean over at the waist, putting my soft warmth onto his upper backk and shoulders.

But feel that baby, I think, thats what you're new life is going to have for you.

"Remember our first time here?" I ask, softly, almost a whisper right into his ear as I bring his memories back to more than a year ago, "when I baked you those cookies?"
 
The cookies? I wonder, feeling Kat's slender arms half-drape, half-wrap around my shoulder, pulling me a little closer, pressing me a little tighter against her big, soft breasts. I tremble slightly, more than a little amazed at our size difference, how my head rests perfectly against her tits. If I shrink any more, I'll be looking up at her, probably won't be able to see her face...

It's then that I remember. The cookies, our first date at my condo. Kat was so sweet, insisting on baking me cookies, showing me she could be that caring homemaker. But she made way too many...what was it, like four dozen? Piling all of them high on a plate. I ate a few to be polite but...she wanted me to eat all of them!

My body feels numb, cold even, as I recall how angry she got when I refused, giving me a first hint of how unstable she was back then. Or...how she still is now! What would happen if she force-fed me cookies now? I don't think I could put up much of a fight...and her anger back then was scary. Now, it'd be terrifying!
 
I stand up a little more, straighter behnd himm and pull him in closerr. Ahhh i really think i really do that each boob is as big as his head ahaha. Feel how soft that is, Charlie?

I feel tension in him, and I want him to relax. What does he have to be tense about? He''s about to move in with me! I'm going to be the best girlfriend ever. I'm going to - aha I can tell he likes how i'm mushing him in like this - I'm going to take such good care of him, make him so comfortable do everything for him ahhhh

So he should relax...let's get him to relax...let's let that warmth out, my smell...

"I'll make you some cookies at my place," I purr, "and you can eat as many as you want..."
 
I breathe in deeply, feeling more than a little nostalgia for this place as I glance around the kitchen, leaning back a little, sinking even further into Kat's embrace. Whatever perfume she's got on...wow...it smells good...

My words tumble out of me, like I needed to get them out. "Yeah...cookies sound good..." I slur, not quite able to get my tongue wrapped around each syllable. And then I feel a pang of regret, wanting to confess everything to Kat while she's here for me. "...but...I'm gunna miss this place," I say flatly, turning a little more into Kat's hug, fighting the urge to bury my face into her chest.

I feel her tense up - did I say the wrong thing?
 
why is he gonna miss this? his old life had nothing his new life is going to be everything he always wanteddd

why would he say that its like ants in my skin ooo

"C'mon, let's finish," i sayy, pushing his face from my tit and hearing the frost in my voice and knowing i have to warm it, "just a few things in the bedroom..."
 
I feel deflated as Kat pushes me away from her breast, shivering from the icy tone in her voice. Yikes...not the right thing to say. I need to be careful not to bring up the wrong memories here... "Alright," I say as we move towards the bedroom, passing heaps of garbage bags, all full of my stuff, either on their way to donation places or the dump.

Once we're in the bedroom, I look and see the few boxes that are left, and on top my bedside lamp. Over on the other side of the room is my old desk, with a post-it note that says, "Donate/Habitat4Humanity."

That desk...where I would do so much of my work from the office, and some stock trades on the side. I walk over to it, Kat close behind me, running my hand along the wooden surface, glancing down at the comfortable leather chair.

How long has it been since I made a stock trade at this desk? My memory flashes back, remembering a time when I was seated here, clicking back and forth, carefully checking spreadsheets and charts, reading tips from trusted sources. And where was Kat? How can I forget? Under the desk, sucking me off, her head bobbing in my lap. God...that was so weird, right?

But I don't speak that particular memory out loud, it was too strange, and even saying that I remembered it might encourage Kat further. I can't help it though, why would she do that?

"Kat...remember...uh...when I was making stock trades and you just, out of nowhere, started giving me head?" I feel Kat come up behind me again, a slender hand resting on my shoulder. "Why...er...why did you do that?"
 
I luv when he's like this, so open, such a good boyfriendd speaking his mind, remembering the good things the nice things I do for him

"I do all this because I love you Charleee," I purr, my hand sliding across his shoulder, fingers dancing up his neck, "I always want u to feel good, to be satisfied..."

I remember the day he's talking about, that afternoon I spent under his desk with him in my mouth encouraging him, so proud to have him as my boyfriend, <slurp slurp slurp> make lots of money, Charlie <ssssslurp>

"...and if you thought that was nice," I continue, my other hand sliding up his other shoulder, up his neck, both hands cupping his face now from behind, fingers playing with him, nails talking to his skin, "then, baby, then you haven't seen anything yet."

My fingers wrap fully around his face.

"I'm gonna make all your dreams come true..."
 
Kat's fingers slide and slither around my face, covering my eyes like we're playing "Guess Who!?" I try to slide out of her grasp, but she grips my head firmly, moving in close and whispering

I'm gonna make all your dreams come true...
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into my ear.

Dreams...my dreams...what do I really desire? Images of Kat, tall, impossibly curvaceous, towering over me. But normal. Yes...normal...not crazy, her emotions stable, not flipping chaotically...

Even as I think of this, the memories of my nightmares flood back. Kat towering over me, my tiny body barely coming up to her ankle. Sticky strands like spider webs make it impossible to escape her, and she's moving closer. Giggling as she picks me up, dangling me over her open mouth, letting me see down her throat, then placing me between her enormous breasts, squeezing them together...harder...impossible to breathe...

Are dreams and nightmares different? Or are they the same damn thing? God help me...I want to find out!

I smile weakly, my head and face still caught in Kat's grasp. "Y-yeah...you're my...my d-dream gal, Kat..."
 
His dream girl?!?

i have to fight fight fight to keep from jumping up and down my heart from bursting out of my chest my voice from showing my excitement cuz my mouth is right in his ear...

His dream girl?

I know exactly what he's thinking and ahhhh little Charlie...Mommy Kitty's gonna make it so nice...

His Dream Girl, huh?

He just wants to be fucked by a woman so perfect it makes his heart stop.

"Your dream girl, huh?" I whisper, clicking mouth sounds sending shivers down his spine as my hands on his face my fingers cover his eyes fingernails grazing eyelids, digging digging

I could just claw his eyes out.

Lips right in his ear. "Then why don't you love me, Charlie?"
 
I flinch again, not expecting her voice suddenly right in my ear, but her fingers dig a little harder into my face and eyes. Kat doesn't cause any damage, but it's just enough pressure to make me re-think how and when I move.

Love her? I...come on...why is she asking me about this? It's just words!

My feet move to the left, then the right, shifting uneasily. "I...Kat...love is about action...not just feelings or words..." Maybe that'll keep her busy...
 
love is...what?? What does he know about love?!? I know about love...I've been drowning in love. I fucking AM love...

I start to seethe, quietly, a furnace building heat right there face next to his my mouth in his ear my fingers over his eyes. Seethe, my anger radiating into him I know he feels it I can smell the first immediate flush of fear I could rip out his eyes twist his neck tear off his head and he knowssss it ahhhhh

"Love, huh?" I whisper, dryly into his ear, "Love is action? Love is me baking cookies, love is me under your desk?"

I've fucking had it with him. Hands over eyes, mouth at his ear, I turn him and start walking him out of the bedroom. He's blind, walking.

"All I've been is action, Charles," I continue, controlling my voice as I lead him down the hall, past the few stray boxes, "all I've been is love."

We're back at the living room, he's still blind in my graspp, he's not daring to say a fucking word.

"Being your French maid, making you a picnic at the beach. That was love," I continue, guiding him in, "Buying u dinner, getting u to the doctor, that was all love."

I get him where I want him, and - hands still over his eyes - I move in front of him. The wall that used to have his tv is behind him.

"What have you done?" I say, down to him, looking at him, "You layed in bed for a week. You let me take care of you, cut your hair, give you a bath. You sucked your thumb for me, you let me buy you presents." He's so small. "You let me feed you a bottle, pack all your stuff for you..." He's so small, he's quivering.

"...And now I'm letting you move in with me? Now you're letting me support you, because you've lost your home, your money, everything?" I say, somehow not screaming all this. I look down at him still, still breathing, still filling my chest.

"I know what I am to you, Charlie," I say, regarding him plainly, watching his trembles and quakes as I start to back him up, "I know I'm the crazy, overly-attached girlfriend. I know I'm just a body, a big set of tits to you." He stiffens at that, but I press on, press him back to the living room wall.

"You say love is about action, Charlie, about doing things..." I continue, "...and just look what this 'big set of tits' has been doing for you." My hands totally cover his face, they're so big. "But I don't need action out of you, honey, can't you see that? All I need is the fucking words. I need to hear them, Charlie," I say, suddenly overcome and fighting back a sob, "or I don't know what I'm going to fucking do..."

Hands still over eyes I push him harder against the wall.
 
"Kat...ooofff! What'reya...d-doing?" I grunt, shocked by how effortlessly Kat is pushing me around, steering me through the apartment blindly, until my back is against the wall. Why don't I say anything?!? C'mon, Charles, speak up, fight back! Why am I so passive...?

Kat's hands are all over me, holding me back, nearly covering my face, able to palm my head like a basketball. She's too big...so big...gosh, am I actually getting turned on by this? Dominated by my girlfriend...boobs bigger than my head...my life...I...I am getting turned on, aren't I?

But I have to wonder why I'm getting turned on. Kat is acting crazy, talking nonsense, flying from one emotion to the next. Why don't I just run for it? I can't...I...there's nothing I can do about it...that's why I'm getting turned on...I'm at the mercy of this...this...amazonian goddess...and there's nothing I can do but play her game...and I like that?!?

There's nothing left to it, true or not, I need to assure Kat or she might actually hurt me. "Kat...I...I show you in other ways...that I...I l...er...I...I have other ways to show my feelings for you," the words tumble out uneasily, letting her hear them, afraid she's going to crush me against the wall.
 
he has feelings for me?

But those aren't the words we need.

Yes, sweetie, you know what we each need him to say.

"Feelings, huh?" I ask, melancholy, suddnly feeling the weight of all this new flesh on me, feeling every inch of my ungainly heightt, feeling all these new energies in me as what they are, alien and strange. Theyre all for him, all these changes, every one of them is part of his sick, deviant little fantasies and fetishes. That's why I'm this wayy, that's why I look like this feel like this maybe even think like this. I'm becoming his dream girl, and there's no going back now.

You're his dream girl? Make his dreams come true

I remember yesterday, findibg all those pictures on his computer, seeing what...omigod...what I might become

Haha

I start listening to these voices in my head and suddenly things are becoming clearer again. My sadness leaves me as I feel myself start to swelll with the possibilities

Imagine what you could be, sweetie...

Standing up straight, I pull my shoulders back with a deep breath and take my hands away from his face.

"Look at me, Charlie."

...You could be his fucking nightmare.
 
I blink slowly, my eyes burning from the sudden overflow of light and other stimuli and...

Oh...oh lord...

Kat's in front of me, looming over me, thrusting her chest out and...god...I can't fathom breasts that big. Boobs larger than my head, much larger, causing the rainbow applique to pucker and warp, part of it dipping into the deep cleft of her cleavage, the edges distorting around the immense swell of each tit. I can't help myself, I have to gasp in adoration, in awe of the sheer size of her body and curvature.

I only have the time for that one gasp, before I register that those pillowy mounds are moving towards me, seeming to increase in size as Kat brings her big, heavy, and soft body crushing against mine, smashing me into the wall.
 
He starts. He stiffens and tenses, for a brief moment wanting to fight, to flee...but then he freezes. "Shhhhhh...." I hush him, now putting my hands on the wall, on either side of his head, so that he all but disappears between me and the wall

"There you go..." I purrrr, tiling my chin up, suddenly relishing the sensation of enveloping his face in my chest, rolling my shoulders and mushing my breasts around him. I purr again, a satisfied little moan, letting him hear my voice rumble

"You have 'feelings', hmmmm?" I coo, as his body Relaxxes beneath me, accepting the press of my big body against his smaller one, "Well, then...go ahead and feel this...." My tits in his face, he has no air but that he breathes from me. He has no light, he has only my softness around him.

"Mmmmmmm...." I purr again, letting him just sit there, feeling what he's feeling, knowing I could smother him if I wanted, "that's so good, right?"

Looking down again at him, at that little patch of scalp I can see rising out from between my breasts, I press my hips gently into him, right around his midsection. Slowly I start to rub up against him, up and down, my chest mushing up and over his face.

"You have feelings, sweetie, that's good..." I say, enveloping him more and more, blotting him out, "so, here, feel this, feel your new life, Charlie..."

Big tits in his face

"...your dream life."
 
My fingers search along the wall, clawing desperately. I'm unable to get enough leverage to bring my arms up and try and push Kat away, even though I know it'd be useless. It's impossible to breathe the way Kat's massive breasts press against and around my face, engulfing my head almost completely.

My entire world is her, from the wide, firm press of her hips against my stomach, down to where her feet press mine together, surrounding them, and back up to my nose and mouth, nestled deep in the sweet, floral-scented cleft of her cleavage. The only sounds I make are little grunts and groans, snuffs and snorts as my breath comes when Kat lets me breathe...but all I can breathe is her...

But then, with a deep, rumbling giggle, Kat starts to slide down,breasts smooshing and rubbing down my face, catching for a moment on the shelf of my shoulders, nearly causing me to drop with her. Her body continues the slow, sensual trip down, her face beaming at mine, and the look of power in those eyes is unmistakeable. Down, and now I'm looking down at Kat, at the immense swell of her breasts pressing against my stomach, then my groin. Her fingers hook around the waistband of my sweatpants, tugging them down and around my ankles.

I can barely speak. "K-kat?!? W-what...?!" I'm bewildered by the sudden change in her demeanor. She nearly crushes and smothers me against the wall...and now...what is she going to do?
 
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